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tip-tapping
rain falling down
tip-tapping
kids’ feet on the ground
lip-lapping
water from the trough
lip-lapping
my heart’s hemorrhage
scorched, sun burning
deep sense of yearning
earning
learning
new ways, days
without you
you
and you too.
and also you.
leave me alone.
your true hearts you’ve shown
there’s more to life
than settling all strife
than righting
re-writing all wrongs
pens filled with my blood
i’m trampled
by all the throngs
take more hits
from your bongs
your force-fed ideas
and self-fed rationales
you [...]

closure
a fool’s errand
gerund
closing
windows on my fingers
pulling on stingers
fully lodged
aging anger
of a once sharp hangover
breaking me down
judgment of others
limiting sacrosanct brothers
what did you want me to do?
and now?
‘he hides behind his words’
and you?
what do you do?
ambivalence
a shrug of your shoulders
‘he has problems’
‘we did what we could’
you did what you were comfortable with
‘i’m here for you’s’
eat themselves [...]

endless avenues all trimmed in cobbles
illuminated in tears, walking in hobbles
force-feeding notions that you really did care
liar
all i get are your followers’ stares
shuffling backward on paths
yelling aloud you know the way
when confronted
nothing to say
to pray
to say
liar
leading from second fiddle
solving an impossible riddle
of yanking you around
to a sound, you don’t perceive
humility
stability
my words are too harsh?
but you [...]

who would’ve thought
these wars i’ve fought
biting lips and gnashing teeth
read on, read on
skipping to the end
are those who never had interest
in my life – to defend
shameless and skipping
down roads trimmed with venom
are the blameless faces
of bile dressed in denim
angry, angry, angry
gangrene
lopped off and leaving
it was always your heart
that you stab, deceiving
read on, read on
and look [...]

luscious and leaking
onto every dull surface
is my life now
wreaking, renewed purpose
poking and prodding
alive all along
out as verse, prose, sonnet
singing a new song

steps feel too slow
how quick i want them to be
few know
too slow
tracking and tracing
my heart to a line
out as poems and drawings
on mirrors, in mind
a silence breaking
across the weary front
“charge” is the cry
to the [...]

day by day
i have less to say
about the dancing
and prancing
of the corrupt human way
we posture and push
we lie and we deceive
we want our way
no matter what we conceive
i have love
forever packed away
i have less to say
about the dancing
and romancing
my corrupt human way
tugging and pulling
on my thin fabric shroud
is the invitation to stay
in this dark thundercloud
roll [...]